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As we wave goodbye to his brothers, Ava, and the children, I walk through the house that once felt so uninviting to me but is now the home I longed for. Yawning, I head into the kitchen to begin putting all the food away but Tritsen stops me, pulling me into his arms and placing his hands on my rounded belly. “Oh no,” he says, turning me around. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed how tired you are. Go lie down, and I’ll sort this out.”

For once, I don’t even bother arguing. Between the pregnancy and my enhanced magic training with Marian at the coven, I am tired. The sun is low in the sky when I lie down on the bed, promising myself just a few moments of rest, but the next thing I know, the room is in darkness, and I feel the bed dip as Tristen climbs in.

“Why are you still fully dressed, woman?” he laughs as I roll over into his arms. “You didn’t even make it into bed.”

I wake up more as he helps me remove my shirt. His large, rough hands send goosebumps over my skin as he gently unbuttons the material and slips it off my shoulders. The dim light from the hallway illuminates his large frame as he shrugs his own shirt off and then begins to ease my skirt away. I don’t know if he’s trying to tease me, but my skin is burning hotter than ever by the time I’m left in my underwear. As he leans on his elbow and looks down at me, I can’t resist any longer. I lean up and gently kiss him.

His lips are warm and urgent as he deepens the kiss and growls into my mouth. His hand slips beneath my bra and grazes my nipple through the fabric, making me gasp.

He pauses for a moment, just enough to look at me. “You are so fucking beautiful.” It’s almost reverent, the way he whispers the words, and it sends shivers down my spine. Hetrails kisses from my neck down my chest until he unclips my bra. With one tug, it’s off, and his hot breath fans over my hardened nipples, making me shudder.

He licks and nips at each nipple until they harden even more under his attention, and then he begins kissing his way down to my rounded stomach before smoothing his hand over it and pulling down my panties in one swift move. I gasp as cool air hits the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, but he doesn’t stop there. He spreads them wide with his hands and kisses along my thighs all the way to my most sensitive areas. The sensation is overwhelming, and I can feel myself getting wetter by the second as his tongue traces patterns on my folds.

I writhe under his attention, my core tightening as my inner walls contract. Sex has been so much more intense as the pregnancy progresses, and my orgasms are so strong. I urge him on as the feeling intensifies, and he begins to suck on my clit, flicking his tongue over the swollen bundle of nerves. It feels like I’m going to combust from the pleasure, and when he finally slips a finger inside me, it sends me over the edge.

I scream his name as I come, my body shaking under his lips. He pushes a second finger inside as I begin to relax, stretching me wider until I feel full. The slow drag of his tongue on my folds, combined with the penetration, feels so good, and I buck against him in need of more.

He climbs up the bed and kisses me, hard and demanding, his cock clearly aroused underneath his jeans. He slides them down, freeing his erection before encouraging me to roll onto my side and positioning himself at my entrance. He kisses my neck, cupping my heavy breasts for a moment before pushing inside, filling me completely in one smooth motion.

The feeling is indescribable, the way he owns every part of me with ease. We move together in perfect unison, our bodies finding a rhythm that feels unique to us, our bond growing stronger every time we’re together. His hands find mine and lace our fingers together above our heads as he begins to thrust harder into me. His hips meet mine with each stroke, hitting my G-spot with each thrust until my inner walls ripple with pleasure around his cock. I come again as he groans into my hair, twisting the strands around his fist as if he’s trying to ground himself.

This time, my orgasm seems to go on forever until I feel him erupt inside me, his body tensing under the strain of his pleasure. He holds me there, pulling me impossibly tight against his bare chest as we catch our breath. We lie there for a while, just enjoying the afterglow of our intimacy, until I feel his cock stirring again. His hands trail up my stomach, cupping my breasts once more.

“You are everything,” he whispers against my skin. “And I will worship you every day for the rest of our lives.”

I smile into the darkness, feeling safe and loved in his arms as his cock hardens and his hand slips between my legs in search of more pleasure. The future may be uncertain in many ways, but with Tristen by my side, I know I have everything I have ever needed right here.

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THE END